We Canadians have already celebrated Thanksgiving, one of my very favourite holidays. Every year in early October, my family joins in a huge potluck feast

Imagine a great theatre. To call it “great” does not do this theatre justice. It was immense, stunning, beautiful, impossible to fully appreciate. The exact

“I’d never want to ask anyone for money.” I hear this often, perhaps because support raising is a core piece of what sustains our ministry.

As a single mom raising five kids, age 10 and under, including two sets of twins, the days and nights of sacrifice are long, emotionally

“This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.My rifle is my best friend. It is my life…” The Rifleman’s

I was sitting at my son and daughter-in-law’s house relaxing after putting the grandkids to bed when my phone beeped. It was a message from

A few years back, I was working at the desk in the library of the seminary I was attending. A group of women walked in

“How I have loved my physical life,” says old Pastor Ames in Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead. It is the kind of observation only an elderly person

Life is easier with a list of prescriptions. We live in a complicated world where voices assail us from every direction trying to persuade us